The shouts from the men who were making their rounds on the stands while holding slips of parchment on which names and amounts were to be written to record bets were met with derision from most of the people who were waiting for the fight to begin.

"You just want us to lose money! There's no way a Black Raven Fighter can be defeated by someone on the same level!"

As one of the men on the stands said these words, the bookkeeper who was near him only smiled with a glint in his eyes before continuing to make the rounds. Although many bets on the compet.i.tor were recorded, very few decided to take the risk on the one who was actually being advertised by the bookkeepers.

In fact, many even increased their bets on the compet.i.tor as if in defiance to the statement by the bookkeepers who made sure to cover each and every part of the stands before making their way back to a certain part of the stadium in which a man wearing a black robe could be seen.

Seeing that his reverse psychology trick had worked, the lead bookkeeper signaled for the match to start before making his way to a private booth which was cordoned off from the rest of the public.

With a loud sound akin to that of drums being beaten, the match finally started between the two individuals standing in the clearing.

One had a piece of cloth which covered most of his face except for his eyes, while the other had a Black Raven double the size of a man's head on his shoulders.

Both men wore standard leather armor which did not seem like it was enchanted with any special defense mechanisms.

As the drumbeat resounded in the stadium, the Raven immediately flew into the air while keeping an eye on the person in front of it.

The man on whose shoulders the Raven had been perched on till now ran back, as if he did not want to get into a close quarters fight with his opponent.

As he did so, he was shocked to see that his opponent did not move or even attempt to follow him.

As a Black Raven Fighter, he was used to people trying to close the gap and defeat him before the Raven could get into a good position to begin his trump card attack.

Thinking that the opponent was just some dumb guy who did not even know this famous tactic, the Black Raven Fighter wondered why he had even been chosen by the Battle Royale's manager to take part in this fight.

Still putting all thoughts aside, he communicated with the Raven which had reached an alt.i.tude of 500 m in the air to begin its attack.

Getting its order, the Black Raven dived down and started picking up speed with its beak pointed at the opponent whom it wanted to impale in just its first attack.

Meanwhile, the Black Raven Fighter had enlarged the trinket in his hand into a short bow to which he nocked three arrows.

His opponent was still standing nonchalantly with his arms folded, making him think that he had gone senile due to the pressure of being watched by thousands of people.

Shrugging and thinking that it was easy money, the Black Raven Fighter let loose the three arrows which were calculated to cover all three spots which the man would try to escape to in order to dodge the Raven's attack.

SSHHWIISHHHH

With the sound of something being cut, the Black Raven shot through the air at a dizzying speed at the man who hadn't moved an inch since the beginning of the fight.

It had even taken care to make sure that its angle of approach was the one in which the sun was located in.

Even if the man looked up now to try and catch a glimpse of it, he would be blinded by the glare and be helpless.

Thinking that victory was in their grasp, both the Raven and the Black Raven Fighter rejoiced internally.

Yet, the next moment, the crowd that been cheering uproariously till now immediately fell silent.

SSSHHWWAAPPPP

Without even looking up, the man had simply punched in the air with such a speed that his fists had left after images in the eyes of those watching.

As if being swatting like a fly, the enormous Black Raven had no choice but to be knocked away in a different direction.

THUMP

Although the ground was covered with loose sand and earth, the Black Raven made an audible sound which rang across the stadium when its beak became half buried due to the momentum with which it had been flying.

As if the fight was over, the man just turned around and walked towards the exit with the audience and the Black Raven Fighter looking on, perplexed.

"My Kairox and I have been through a lot more without even flinching! What makes you think you can leave like that with just a single attack?!"

Although the Black Raven Fighter posed this question, his opponent did not even turn around. Instead, he just kept walking forward for three more steps before a scream and a screech startled the audience who had been trying to figure out just what was going on.

The screech was from the Black Raven which had determinedly picked itself up from the ground, only to fall back down after a PUCHI sound had made blood flow from all over its body, as if some sort of explosion had taken place under its skin.

The scream was from the Black Raven Fighter who couldn't handle the sudden pain that was transmitted through the link he had with the Raven.

As both collapsed to the ground twitching, the man whose confident back would be remembered by the entire audience reached the exit before pulling down his hood and asking, "Where's my money?"